Page 140 of A Sinful Gravity

I arranged the little souvenirs I'd brought back from the different cities on the tour onto the bookshelf, while Cassian stood behind me, pretending to help hang a painting. In reality, his arms were wrapped around my waist the whole time. His chest pressed firmly against my back, his warm breath brushing the side of my neck. Every slight movement caused the fabric between us to rub together with soft, intimate sounds.

"Should I hang it... here?" I leaned forward a little, my hips pressing back against him.

Cassian's breathing grew noticeably heavier. Instead of answering, he slid one hand from my waist to my lowerabdomen, pressing down slowly through my clothes. The pressure wasn't heavy, but it was enough to make my legs go weak.

"Cassian..." I bit my lower lip, my voice trembling slightly. "Laila is still painting next door."

"She's really focused," he murmured, lowering his head so his lips grazed my earlobe before gently taking it between them. "She won't come out anytime soon."

That familiar scent of cedarwood instantly enveloped me. His palm slid across my side again, wandering upward restlessly until it stopped at my collarbone. His fingertips traced and caressed the prominent bones there, shaped by years of dance training.

"The tour must have been exhausting. You've lost weight," he whispered against the back of my ear, his warm breath spilling into the hollow of my neck and sending involuntary shivers through me.

"I'm okay..." I turned around to face him, meeting those deep, bottomless eyes.

The room wasn't brightly lit—only the flickering firelight from the fireplace danced across the walls. The air was thick with growing tension and desire. His gaze burned like glowing embers, melting away every bit of restraint I had built up over the past few months.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed me. The kiss was possessive and demanding, yet laced with a tender relief of having me back. My hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, fingers threading into his slightly coarse hair.

His other hand trailed up my arm until our fingers interlaced. He pinned my palm against the wall, gradually pressing his body weight against me. I could clearly feel how hard he already was, the scorching, rigid length pressing againstme through his pants. The sensation made me unconsciously roll my hips.

"Don't move..." he growled through gritted teeth, though there was a hint of laughter in his voice. "If you keep doing that, I really won't care if Laila is right next door."

I rubbed against him again, my voice soft and teasing. "Then... will you or won't you?"

Cassian let out a low curse, suddenly pulling me tightly against him and pressing me harder against the wall. His kiss turned fierce yet still controlled, his tongue claiming mine, sucking until my knees nearly gave out. His hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, sliding directly onto the bare skin of my waist. His thumb traced slow, teasing circles over the sensitive dip at the small of my back.

His tongue invaded mine with raw hunger, sucking hard enough to buckle my knees. I gasped into his mouth, fingers yanking his hair, pulling him deeper. He groaned, the sound vibrating through me, and his hands roamed wild, sliding under my shirt, palms hot on bare skin, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked stiff and aching.

I arched, grinding against his hardening cock, the friction sparking fire between my thighs.

"Fuck, Luna," he growled, breaking the kiss to nip my neck, teeth grazing just enough to sting deliciously. His hips bucked up, rubbing his thick length along my core through our clothes, making me soak my panties.

I clawed at his back, desperate, as he shoved my bra aside and pinched a nipple, rolling it hard. Pleasure shot straight to my clit, and I moaned loud, riding the pressure of his thigh pressed between my legs.

He captured my mouth again, tongues battling slick and messy, while his free hand dipped lower, cupping my ass andsqueezing, fingers teasing the seam of my pants, inching toward the heat pooling there.

I bucked against him, friction building that electric hum, my body trembling on the edge.

"You're so wet for me already," he rasped, voice thick with need, as he ground harder, the rough drag of fabric against my swollen folds driving me wild. I bit his lip, tasting salt, and he hissed, flipping us so I straddled him, his erection throbbing insistently against me. We rocked together, breaths ragged, his hands everywhere—kneading my breasts, tracing my curves, pulling me down for more devouring kisses.

Sweat slicked our skin, the room thick with our mingled scents, every thrust and grind pushing me closer to shattering. He whispered filthy promises in my ear, about how he'd fuck me senseless once alone, and I clenched around nothing, aching for him to fill me. The intensity built, our bodies locked in a frantic rhythm.

I gasped in response, threading my fingers into his hair and pulling him down harder. The air between us grew scorching hot. Every brush and grind sent electric sparks through my body, making my legs so weak I was almost on the verge of sinking to my knees.

Just as his hand nearly slipped into my pants—

"Mommy! Daddy! What are you doing?"

Laila's bright voice cut from the living room.

We jolted apart like shocked. I fumbled buttons; Cassian snatched a cushion, hid his lap, stared out the window, pretending interest in the night.

Laila burst in, eyed two flushed, weird adults.

"What are you playing?" She tilted her head.

"Ahem." Cassian cleared his throat. "Tidying up."